Chapter 12
Peter
The once frigid cold had dissolved into a pleasant mild temperature when their boat knocked against the rocks which surrounded Mermaid Lagoon. Without a word exchanged Peter held onto the rock with both hands and along with the rope hoist himself up onto the slippery rock. The rope pulled at his chest and he winced slightly at the pressure on his wounds, he ignored it however and carried of crawling forward over the moss covered rocks. One jagged rock stood upright above the rest and he efficiently raided it over his head and brought the loop to rest at the bottom.
"Come on, boys, no point in waisting time." Curly addressed the Twins who were yet to get out of the boat.
"There is no time to waste here." Nibs replied gruffly and heft one of the twins to Curly who frowned at his friends harsh tone.
Peter only looked on from his place by the rope, Nibs seemed to be getting more bitter towards him and the boys, his anger could be seen clearly in his eyes and by the way he walked and talked, but it was how deep that fury and resentment had rooted itself. How deep do the roots go? How strong is the growing sapling?
The tension was thick in the air and everyone could feel it. However, Peter brushed past it, he pushed away his guilt for complicating his friend's happy lives ; his sadness, his dismay as well as his heart and continued to press on.
Peter walked away from the boys and headed towards a tree secluded from the ones at the forest edge and began tugging at one of the thinner lower branches. He tugged until one snapped off and cracked it in the air in fluid motions, the wind rushed and whistled as it was brought down once again to crack against the air.
"We should set off this way, it won't take as long and that way we wont have to go through the field. Come on Peter..." Curly said and began to push aside leaves and bushed which blocked his path, the rest of the boys followed behind.
The nimble stick came in handy for the group of boys as they trekked through the overgrown forest. Trees cast shadows on the vibrant flowers and bushes which surrounded them, small birds sat on he branches on the side of the path and chirped at them every so often, Flowers clung to their bare feet as they passed and the rays of sun which passed through the thick sheets of foliage cast spotlights on the vegetation. Yes, Neverland was quite a sight to behold and one that few ever do, then again even the prettiest flowers can hold fatal secrets ; Neverland was no exception.
"We are bordering the Indians now, stay close and try to be quiet." Peter told them.
The boys nodded their heads absent mended at his request and continued to follow him through the woods.
The sound of rustling leaves and a twig snap made Peter instantly freeze in his tracks. He knew for a fact it was not one of the boys, the path was not so narrow to have them brushing their arms onto the leaves and the path may be littered with roots but their body weight was not enough for them to crack under their weight, not even Nibs who was larger and weighed more than them. It was the Indians.
Nibs and Curly had stopped along with Peter and had not said a word, nor had the Twins. They had seen that look in his eyes before and they knew to stay silent and stay close.
The Indians would have obviously tracked them down through the woods and of course they knew that they had been on Hook's ship, they did shoot Hook with an arrow so that must mean they had kept an eye on the pirates whereabouts so it was almost certain they had been watching, waiting and planning their attack.
Just as he thought the rustling increased and two Indians emerged from a bush to the right holding wooden bows with stone tipped arrows, their weapons were drawn and aimed at them.
They stood together pointing their weapons threateningly, their bare chests' on display showing the warm yellows, reds and orange marks which decorated them - life, prosper, victory, strength, luck - they wore necklaces made of teeth around their necks and many feathers laced their long dark hair, they were warriors.
More rustling echoed through their heads and they found themselves surrounded by more Indians, they were ensnared in their trap.
"What business do you have with us, why do you come to us here?" Peter asked with his head held high.
"Chief want's to see you... come." One of the original two worriers spoke up, he retracted his bow and placed it over his shoulder and raised a hand to the other Indians, they all stood down.
"I'm afraid I have business to attend to," Peter began, "I will meet with the chief as soon as I can but unfortunately more pressing matters hold my attention."
"You speak like white man. Old, you do not sound like child." The man spoke, "You are not child, island is not happy."
The boys frowned at that and gasped when the Indians once again drew their weapons, Pointing them directly at Peter. However, unlike them Peter did not flinch, he did not gasp or even blink. He stood, unmoving in a circle of weapons and was calm.
"Yes, I may not be the child I was coming to this island but, I am not the white men you fight." And with that he threw a hidden knife at the tree to the left causing a gap to open in the circle to allow him to grab the twins and run, using their shock to his advantage. He took off running with the twins being pulled b his arms and Nibs and Curly following close behind. They ran with the Indians following close behind...
To be continued...
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